BABY, YOU ARE TEN POUNDS OF FEATHERS
I'M TEN POUNDS OF LEAD
AND WE SEEM TO WORK IT OUT
WHEN WE FALL INTO BED
GALILEO GOT IT RIGHT
TOGETHER WE'D BOUNCE BACK UP
COME DOWN TOGETHER AGAIN
UNTIL WE HAD ENOUGH
Escaped Wage Slave - Wisdom No One Wants - a big fat I Told You So project - Battling IOMS Invisible Old Man Syndrome (Grandpa Simpson Disease) - When they told you the Truth will set you free, you weren't told you would be released into the middle of the desert. - Expendable, non-descript male currently residing in the town of fuzzy headed Snob, MI.
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